Beyond the Mask Page #3

A vicar?

Isn't that an absurd mask

for you to wear?

What if it's not a mask?

So, you have told her who you are.

Why don't you?

And see what the lady

thinks of you then.

Your hands are stained with blood.

I'm asking you...

please...

take the report...

and leave.

I will.

Along with your carcass...

and whatever reward he gives me.

Hell's been waiting

a very long time for you,

Will Reynolds.

You think you're better than me?

Mother.

How did you know

that Father was the right one?

Why do you ask?

Is this about our vicar?

You've grown very fond of him, I know.

He is a gentleman.

And... intelligent and...

enjoyable in conversation.

So full of surprises.

Do you love him?

I could...

I might.

But there is something

that beguiles me about him.

When I wish with all my heart

that we would move forward...

I stop.

All of his good words...

there's something missing.

Because sometimes he speaks of God

as a distant acquaintance,

not as an intimate friend.

It's times like these I...

I do miss Father terribly.

You could speak with your uncle

when he comes at Christmas.

Can't you wait until then?

There's no reason to rush.

I simply cannot make a decision

about America without...

resolving my feelings for Steven first.

But you aren't a man

of the cloth, are you, Will?

You are the same man you've always been.

Your hands are stained with...

Please. Please show me what I must do.

- Charlotte.

- Is everything all right?

No.

It's not all right.

There are things about me that...

I'm not the man that...

That is to say that in my past, I...

Before I came to Adlesbury...

I was not trained as a vicar.

The quality of your training

has been a question.

What I mean to say, though, is...

I'm not worthy of you.

I know of no man who is.

Certainly, you deserve better

than anything that I can...

I'm not a good man.

But I decided to be.

The thought of losing you,

it's more than I can bear.

You embody God's mercy for me.

It's a mercy that I'm beginning

to appreciate, though...

I don't deserve it.

I guess what I'm trying to say is...

please don't go to America.

I don't want to be separated from you.

Ms. Charlotte Holloway, I...

Will you consent to be my wife?

- Mr. Walters...

- Please don't... Don't call me that.

I'm sorry. Steven.

I... I cannot.

But... that is to say, I...

I cannot give you an answer yet.

Not because I do not wish to say yes,

because I do.

But I don't...

fully trust myself...

to make a decision

of this importance alone.

Charlotte, I... I will do anything.

Will you meet my uncle at Christmas?

Yes. Yes, of course.

I would like that.

With his approval,

I will be most happy to agree.

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